Grieving Over Apples, Chapter Two....
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"Merry, erm...Linda, I know...you want to...umph..pick flowers but...could you...please...just.,.." Pippin struggled to get a word in as Merry pulled him with amazing strength towards a large field of flowers. Pippin was having a hard time keeping up, due to the fact that A) Merry was skipping,and doing so at a remarkable speed, and B) He had quite a strong hold on his hand and was pulling him forward every time he swung his arms. "Merry! I could have an allergic reaction to these flowers!" Merry stopped skipping and turned to look at Pippin.
"Really, who is this 'Mary' you're going on about? I'm Linda, not Mary! Is she your..." Merry paused, thinking "...girlfriend?" he asked. Pippin momentarily forgot his fear and burst out laughing.
"Of course not! 'Merry' is my best friend! I mean...you're my best friend, Merry."
"I'm Linda"
"No, you're Merry"
"I'm telling you, I'm Linda!"
"No, You're...oh, forget it. I might loose my voice arguing and not be able to cry for help if I need it." Pippin tried to pry his hand from Merry's grip, but found Merry wasn't letting go. He sighed and sat down, his hand still in the air from Merry holding it. "Let go of my hand" he said grumpily.
"Why?" Merry asked, and he sat down beside Pippin.
"Because, you might crush it. I wouldn't be surpised if you did with my luck" Merry reluctantly let Pippin's hand drop.
"You look lucky to me," said Merry. "Lucky to look so cute!" Merry laughed and poked Pippin playfully. Pippin didn't find this funny. In fact, for a minute was afraid Merry would poke him too hard and seriously injure him.
"Merry..."
"Linda."
"Sorry, Linda...I was just going to say that I need to find that chain letter." Pippin sighed and was tempted to pick a flower and twirl it between his fingers, but he didn't want to risk being poisoned by it.
"Why do you want to find a chain letter? Everyone knows they're just rubbish!" Merry rolled over so he was on his side and faced Pippin.
"No one believes me!" Pippin mumbled angrily. Merry put his arm around Pippin's shoulders sympathetically.
"We'll find your book...."
"Letter...."
"...or die trying!"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't worry, Pippin." Said Merry. Then he stoof up and pulled Pippin, quite unwillingly, to his feet. "Let's think....you can't of been the only person to revieve a letter, correct? And who's someone who collects everything?" Merry though aloud as Pippin marveled at his companions new- found cleverness.
"Um...Elrond?"
"Ok, where is this...Elrond?"
"In Rivendell."
"Where is Rivendell?"
"Um...Far away"
"Oh, that's no good, then." Merry sat down and propped his elbow up on his knee, resting his head in his palm.
"...The gaffer." said Pippin, sounding as if he was in mid-thought. Merry's head snapped up. "That's it!He keeps everything! Even Sam's birth certificate- I'm sure it's fake, though- we could ask him!" Pippin declared, snapping his fingers and grinning at his cleverness. Merry seemsed to be impressed too, because he batted his eyelashes and linked his arm with Pippin's and started skipping off, pulling Pippin with him.
"Well, let's go see him, then. The...gopher?"
"Gaffer."
"Oh..." Merry stopped in mid-skip. "Um..where does he live?" Pippin looked around. He'd never seen this particular field before, but he didn't really want to be pulled closer to the potentially dangerous flower field, which was to the right of him, so he said, "Left", and Merry started skipping in that direction. Pippin was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be able to walk normally again. After a lot of skipping, pulling and tripping, they reached a dirt road that lead into Hobbiton. Not really wanting anyone to see him holding hands with Merry, he tryed to pull his arm out of Merry's grasp. Merry, again, was reluctant to let go, so Pippin ended up using his feet to push off Merry, but Merry still seemed un-effected.
"Merry, um..Linda...let go of my arm!"
"I don't want to!"
"It's my arm! You might cut off my circulation!"
"Are you always this paranoid?"
"Only since I got that letter..." Pippin have a mighty pull that send him sprawling backwards, falling right on his behind. Merry started giggling girlishly. "You know, that's really getting annoying" grumbled Pippin. Merry shut his mouth firmly.
"PIPPIN! MERRY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOIN' 'ERE?" Sam's voice would have been a welcome one, however Pippin's ears were still ringing a little after his fall, and all he could hear was 'What are you two doin' 'ere?' re-playing over and over in his head.
"Sam, I heard you the first time! Stop repeating the question!" Pippin stodd up shakily and brushed himself off, stumbling a bit. Merry rushed over to help him, but an annoyed Pippin shrugged off his hands. Sam looked at the two in question. Merry was looking at Sam curiously. Pippin hoped maybe a familiar face would bring Merry to his senses....
"Hi, I'm Linda." ....or not. Sam walked over to them at looked at Merry strangely.
"Merry....are you feelin' alrigh'?" Sam asked, reaching out to put his hand On Merry's shoulder.
"Really, who is Mary? I am Linda! And Pippin here won't stop talking of her!" he added jealously. Pippin looked sideways at Merry and then at Sam.
"He hit his head..." said Pippin, "Hard!" he clarified at the look of confusion on Sam's face.
"Well, you'd both better come with me to see Mr.Frodo, then..." Sam said, turning towards Bag End. Merry spoke up.
"Oh, we're going to see the Golfer!"
"The Gaffer"
"Whatever."
"Why do you want to see my dad instead of me?"
"We need something from him"
"Oh, that's the only reason anyone ever wants to see him."
"Yeah, I know."
"He's away for the weekend, anyway. But maybe Mr.Frodo can help!" Sam exclaimed, and so Pippin and Merry followed him towards the front gate of Bag End.
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TBC....
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"Merry, erm...Linda, I know...you want to...umph..pick flowers but...could you...please...just.,.." Pippin struggled to get a word in as Merry pulled him with amazing strength towards a large field of flowers. Pippin was having a hard time keeping up, due to the fact that A) Merry was skipping,and doing so at a remarkable speed, and B) He had quite a strong hold on his hand and was pulling him forward every time he swung his arms. "Merry! I could have an allergic reaction to these flowers!" Merry stopped skipping and turned to look at Pippin.
"Really, who is this 'Mary' you're going on about? I'm Linda, not Mary! Is she your..." Merry paused, thinking "...girlfriend?" he asked. Pippin momentarily forgot his fear and burst out laughing.
"Of course not! 'Merry' is my best friend! I mean...you're my best friend, Merry."
"I'm Linda"
"No, you're Merry"
"I'm telling you, I'm Linda!"
"No, You're...oh, forget it. I might loose my voice arguing and not be able to cry for help if I need it." Pippin tried to pry his hand from Merry's grip, but found Merry wasn't letting go. He sighed and sat down, his hand still in the air from Merry holding it. "Let go of my hand" he said grumpily.
"Why?" Merry asked, and he sat down beside Pippin.
"Because, you might crush it. I wouldn't be surpised if you did with my luck" Merry reluctantly let Pippin's hand drop.
"You look lucky to me," said Merry. "Lucky to look so cute!" Merry laughed and poked Pippin playfully. Pippin didn't find this funny. In fact, for a minute was afraid Merry would poke him too hard and seriously injure him.
"Merry..."
"Linda."
"Sorry, Linda...I was just going to say that I need to find that chain letter." Pippin sighed and was tempted to pick a flower and twirl it between his fingers, but he didn't want to risk being poisoned by it.
"Why do you want to find a chain letter? Everyone knows they're just rubbish!" Merry rolled over so he was on his side and faced Pippin.
"No one believes me!" Pippin mumbled angrily. Merry put his arm around Pippin's shoulders sympathetically.
"We'll find your book...."
"Letter...."
"...or die trying!"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't worry, Pippin." Said Merry. Then he stoof up and pulled Pippin, quite unwillingly, to his feet. "Let's think....you can't of been the only person to revieve a letter, correct? And who's someone who collects everything?" Merry though aloud as Pippin marveled at his companions new- found cleverness.
"Um...Elrond?"
"Ok, where is this...Elrond?"
"In Rivendell."
"Where is Rivendell?"
"Um...Far away"
"Oh, that's no good, then." Merry sat down and propped his elbow up on his knee, resting his head in his palm.
"...The gaffer." said Pippin, sounding as if he was in mid-thought. Merry's head snapped up. "That's it!He keeps everything! Even Sam's birth certificate- I'm sure it's fake, though- we could ask him!" Pippin declared, snapping his fingers and grinning at his cleverness. Merry seemsed to be impressed too, because he batted his eyelashes and linked his arm with Pippin's and started skipping off, pulling Pippin with him.
"Well, let's go see him, then. The...gopher?"
"Gaffer."
"Oh..." Merry stopped in mid-skip. "Um..where does he live?" Pippin looked around. He'd never seen this particular field before, but he didn't really want to be pulled closer to the potentially dangerous flower field, which was to the right of him, so he said, "Left", and Merry started skipping in that direction. Pippin was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be able to walk normally again. After a lot of skipping, pulling and tripping, they reached a dirt road that lead into Hobbiton. Not really wanting anyone to see him holding hands with Merry, he tryed to pull his arm out of Merry's grasp. Merry, again, was reluctant to let go, so Pippin ended up using his feet to push off Merry, but Merry still seemed un-effected.
"Merry, um..Linda...let go of my arm!"
"I don't want to!"
"It's my arm! You might cut off my circulation!"
"Are you always this paranoid?"
"Only since I got that letter..." Pippin have a mighty pull that send him sprawling backwards, falling right on his behind. Merry started giggling girlishly. "You know, that's really getting annoying" grumbled Pippin. Merry shut his mouth firmly.
"PIPPIN! MERRY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOIN' 'ERE?" Sam's voice would have been a welcome one, however Pippin's ears were still ringing a little after his fall, and all he could hear was 'What are you two doin' 'ere?' re-playing over and over in his head.
"Sam, I heard you the first time! Stop repeating the question!" Pippin stodd up shakily and brushed himself off, stumbling a bit. Merry rushed over to help him, but an annoyed Pippin shrugged off his hands. Sam looked at the two in question. Merry was looking at Sam curiously. Pippin hoped maybe a familiar face would bring Merry to his senses....
"Hi, I'm Linda." ....or not. Sam walked over to them at looked at Merry strangely.
"Merry....are you feelin' alrigh'?" Sam asked, reaching out to put his hand On Merry's shoulder.
"Really, who is Mary? I am Linda! And Pippin here won't stop talking of her!" he added jealously. Pippin looked sideways at Merry and then at Sam.
"He hit his head..." said Pippin, "Hard!" he clarified at the look of confusion on Sam's face.
"Well, you'd both better come with me to see Mr.Frodo, then..." Sam said, turning towards Bag End. Merry spoke up.
"Oh, we're going to see the Golfer!"
"The Gaffer"
"Whatever."
"Why do you want to see my dad instead of me?"
"We need something from him"
"Oh, that's the only reason anyone ever wants to see him."
"Yeah, I know."
"He's away for the weekend, anyway. But maybe Mr.Frodo can help!" Sam exclaimed, and so Pippin and Merry followed him towards the front gate of Bag End.
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TBC....